"My people are few. They resemble the scattering trees of a storm-swept plain." — Chief Seattle

Our religion is the traditions of our ancestors - the dreams of our old men, given them in solemn hours of the night by the Great Spirit; and the visions of our sachems, and is written in the hearts of our people.

If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

Humans merely share the earth. We can only protect the land, not own it.